The Moral Compass

Home, and a beautiful day, so I wasted no time in getting the tent out on the line and the washing machine on. And then I cracked open a beer sitting out in the sun. Strange to be back to an empty house, though, so I did the obvious thing. Went off to meet the chums and take in the Scotland vs Ukraine game. We were about to make ourselves the most unpopular nation on Earth, with the exception of Roosha. Well, potentially. Instead we did the decent thing and let them run amok. Over to you, Wales. 
Here's MrT's compass which I’d taken home in my panniers. We used it to keep a track of whose round in was in the Netherlands. A bit like Black Spot.